In providing you with manageable theatres of war and attractive objectives, these campaigns really work. For instance, every soldier in my revolutionary guard not wearing shoes. Toy soldier syndrome has been helped by more variation in faces, but still stumbles occasionally. Through all three of them, the game gradually introduces various aspects of warfare and governance (and occasionally takes them away again, with Diplomacy available in Italy but pried from your little French hands when you enter Egypt) as Napoleon enjoys his meteoric rise from student to general to Emperor. Napoleon provides three stepped campaigns: the first in Northern Italy, a second in Egypt and the Middle East, and finally a more traditional set-up taking place across the entirety of Europe. Empire gave you this enormous world to conquer yet sometimes struggled to explain the nuances of how it worked. The most significant change from Empire is probably how much better-structured your experience is. Rather, it plays like a very polished Empire with the spotlight turned to face Napoleon and then bolted down. Napoleon's different, because there isn't much new content here at all. Total War's stopgap releases (Barbarian Invasion, Alexander, Age of Discovery, Kingdoms etc.) have until now focused on adding a fat chunk of content to these already huge games in a kind of reverse liposuction. Where Empire stood out is that Total War fans were for the first time either pleased or disappointed by it in just about equal measure. Napoleon: Total War is the kinda-sorta sequel to 2009's Empire: Total War, a grand strategy game which combined management of a nation in the 18th century with real-time tactical battles. Wait, I'm getting carried away (always a good sign).
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If I were in charge, I'd call the Total War series DEADLY SQUARES. If they could do that, I might be able to get them through this icy hell alive. I just needed my men to keep thinking: cartridge, prime, ramrod, fire. My heart was pounding as my army faced down these superior numbers. All while my general, Napoleon himself, is racing up and down the battle lines using his aura of influence to keep his regiments from breaking as his bodyguard struggles to keep up. The fog of gunpowder smoke becomes so thick that cannonballs and charges of dragoons are now emerging from it like black holes and tidal waves, yet my men stand firm. Shot and shells fill the air like God's own hailstones, yet my soldiers stand firm.
Soon the sputtering of a thousand muskets joins the sick cough of my howitzers, and men start dying. Lined up in the snow, my soldiers seem frail and pretty in their Olympic blue.
Every turn that passes in this cold will see me lose more men from frostbite and desertion. I could panic, stop, turn my men around while drafting an apologetic letter to Paris. My ragged army of sporadically barefoot Frenchmen arrive at the city of Klagenfurt after months of marching to find a cool Austrian army three times their number lying in wait. So, Napoleon finally gave me the battle I wanted from Empire.
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